my heart was full of joy. I felt like a monster reincarnation of Horatio Alger...a Man on the Move, and just sick enough to be totally confident.

There are occasion in life that give you perfect clarity and vision of the world around you. The past few days seem to have given me that. It’s hard to explain. After getting slapped in the face hard from work I was upset, but strangely acceptant of my fate. Kind of like an AIDS patient coming to terms with their inevitable death.

Maybe the Wellbutrin has changed the chemical composition of my brain enough to better accept things like this.

I got another shocker this morning. My boss wanted to meet with me. I was scared, gun shy from two days ago, I thought maybe he found my blog and was pissed, maybe he was upset I had been badmouthing the whole situation to everyone I could, maybe he was going to fire me for some unknown reason. I just didn’t know. I got even sweatier when he said we needed to go into a conference room to talk and not in his office.

I was pretty much ready for anything. He told me he had thought about what I had said to him during my review, and felt he had been too harsh in his evaluation, not allowing me to be an “ENGINEER” next year. I told him I didn’t want to have any mistrust between us, which is the truth. I’d rather be in a pleasant working environment than one that’s full of friction.

Turns out that I will get that promotion. Maybe things wouldn’t have been the same had it been July, or if my wife wasn’t about to give birth, or who knows what. Perhaps this was his evil plan all along, scare me into making sure I’m here more with the knowledge he could bring the hammer down on me at any time. In any case, I did learn a little something. I’ll be covering my ass, and playing the game a bit harder from now on.

I told one my comrades at work about the situation and how it went down.

He told me I should have said, “Well good, I can go back to working half days now.”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.